small ripples betray . the serenity portrayed . by the lake’s surface
it wasn’t weakness . the tree wore down over time . the branch had to break
knowing they can fly . pigeons spend most of the day . standing on the ground
hiding in the shade . a simple flower reveals . its complexity
alone in the woods . the cool shade repeats the lies . of the sun’s intent
for today’s forecast . we cannot look to the east . where the sun rises
on a calm surface . everything else becomes . just an afterthought
if a small tree falls . in the city, chances are . it was knocked over
as the river flows . by, it is indifferent . to what is above
the curtain rises . while the audience still sleeps . the play has begun
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